Gilbert should not be allowed to talk to the press. This has gotten out of control. First there was all the drama surrounding last sunday’s Piston’s game. Which was followed by his most recent Blog entry, a PR nightmare:

“It was just me and my car … speeding — something that I shouldn’t be doing.

Then I got that thought that I know everybody gets once in a while, I was like, ‘You know, what if I just ran my car into this pole right here?’”

Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it’s Gilbert, he’s not actually suicidal, he just likes speaking his mind. So everything is fine, he’s taking the week off, whatever. Then he drops this shit yesterday regarding his future re-negotiation of his contract(!):

“I want to see Antawn (Jamison) taken care of first and then, I’ll take a pay cut to keep the team intact”

After all this garbage he’s been talking all season, we hear this? I mean, it sounds incredible, it is some of the best news I’ve heard all year, but how long will it last? Next week will be something along the lines of, “I’m quitting the sport of basketball to start my TV career” or “I’m Pregnant”.

Inspired by my own post, Friday night I decided to check out Wreckfest: a silly name for what turned out to be a great event (elitist scenester snobs will insert the phrase “for Arlington” here) featuring the work of local graf dudes CON, REI21, the SOVIET, RAMS, and even a surprise appearance by REZIST. Missed the live demonstration on a temp wall outside, but the Miller Lite(!) was still flowing freely inside, as was a live DJ who caused an impromptu break circle to form in the middle of the gallery. Ignored the corporate sponsorship (Scion was on their grustle at the “swag table,” zzzzzzzz…..), and caught an eclectic collection of young artists doing their thing. Check some photos here, as Friday was the closing night party. All the intellectual arguing over this show aside, a crowd like this is a dream come true for local galleries. I’ll admit, this was the first time I’d even been inside the AAC. Whether it’s this, the Stephen Colbert painting or the Hip Hop themed show at the Portrait Gallery, big ups to older istitutions trying to reach out to their future patrons.

Saturday night Black Cat was sold out to Black Lips proportions. Thankfully, a miscommunication led to not being out my cot damn mind at this show, something that normally helps out going to the Black Cat in general. We missed Black Acid but they seemed cool (whatever) and had a full line up. The Raveonettes came on with Sharin Foo looking hot (sort of like Nico going to a prom) and Sune Rose Wagner looking like the Reid brothers might of as an awkward teenager. To be honest I didn’t/couldn’t look at him much. Also in tow was another hot EU card holder pressing play on the songs and freaking out on her tom and snare JMC meets VU style.

Per usual, no one really moved except for misplaced raver guy and other less confident swayers. Most of the crowd seemed like they were down with local blogs (fuck yea!) and 9 to 5’s (boo!). All in all, I had a good time and The Raveonettes rule, but I was discouraged by the fact that my favorite contemporary bands that are down with sweet pop/rock history moments are all from Europe and favor style over sweat. Is it too much to ask for a great band to consist of people on stage and not a MacBook in a box? Don’t get me started.

You better get fucking PAID (unlike myself) if you’re the shit bag who puts your family on MTV’s “Parental Control”. Also, you (I) better get a more consistent day job if you watch it. What I’m really saying is if you actually schedule any time to watch MTV-fuck you.

MTV did host Beavis and Butthead though…which reminds me of the soundtrack to the Beavis and Butthead movie. “I Hate Myself And Want To Die” might be my favorite Nirvana moment, if only for predicting what it feels like to be watching MTV after Kurt kept it too real. “Every Sunday/What’s that sound?”…come on!